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"I see. So... er... You would consider me... wait, so was Jet likely to hit on me then?" Dev asked, curiously.

"Oh. I see. So... what about you then? "

"Oh. Okay. And here I am, the previously-hopeless-romantic...madly in-love with Starscream... and I used to think I would never have the chance... and even if I did, that I would fail miserably..." Dev gave a sort of half-smile. "Now look where I'm at... actually living with him and... well... I cannot say anything more than that."

"Yeah. Already had a lesson for breaking that rule, as well. I suppose it's best. I mean, I could care less-mostly-what the state of my reputation is... but I would never wish to tarnish his. If you know what I mean. I... afterall... I've never really had much standing in the Decepticon ranks or as a part of the cause... so... not having a reputation to speak of, or having a poor one... is nothing new to me." Dev sighed, "Yes, he is. So you only greatly admire him... there's no... desires beyond that then? Steve?"

"Oh. So... would you ever... if you knew it were welcome? Or asked for? Or am I asking too much to ask this? I mean... I normally don't ask such personal things. I... I'm just really curious. And I've never really met anyone like you before. As for Jet, I think his biggest mistake was his approach... like trying to force things without any invitation... and no... well... attempt to, um, woo... The Master.


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The Art of the love letter is not to be done in vain, for it is not an easy task to undertake. Within its lines there you may find great secrets... and secret desires are revealed...

Only to one's intended love. A love note may also be found tucked into an album's pages,

Or in a favorite book of poetry, or some other literary work, of one variety-or another...
Perhaps hidden away in a desk drawer in a private study. Or long forgotten, so long-ago, tucked away in an old box, in an old trunk full of long-lost and much-beloved treasures from an old flame all but forgotten.

To be re-discovered and thus returned to... again and yet again, still as fond memories are recalled yet they may yet be bittersweet-bringing on a tear-A tale of woe, of love lost, or of an unrequetted love? Or a loss through death, of one's most dearest beloved, like the tale of the Lost Lenore?

Maybe a little not may yet be found tucked away and hidden in a beautiful and fragrant bouquet of flowers! A trinket... A token... possibly tied at the bouquet's stems by a bit of ribbon.

May yet make the added touch an extra-special delight, as in icing on a cake... to make it that much sweeter still!


In either manner that love may be expressed, I do believe that real love-honest and true- is simply meant to be... and is never a thing to be dismissed, nor disregarded too, and to be devalued would surely be a disgrace... for love is what love does.... and love is all. It is not something to be scoffed at nor ignored... Love is not a thing just for fools to rush into...


Nay, anyone can be in love... and Love is ALL! The Highest Law, the truest Truth... and I, for one, would not live in a world without love. Sadest of all, I find, is that I feel the worst for those who have never even had the smallest taste of Love... for they truly are at a loss...


Those who have never known it's sweet yet at times, bitter taste. As I know love can sting as bad as the scratches on my wings.... And love can really truly be a hidden blessing and an obvious curse as well. It is many things. Love can burn and burn at times, and cause much ache all over the place. In every limb and deep within and without one's very frame...


It is more then just a feeling... It is a way of life... It is everything and everywhere... At all times existing, burning, searing, all about... Through and Through. It makes people do some crazy-aft things in the goal to woo one's beloved. The heat of passion-of longing-of... lust...


Is not something all can bear. As the feelings so often can be so strong that they overwhelm-everything!


The senses... one's emotions on high-alert... driven into over-drive... making a madness of obsession burn and churn within one's Processer... and even one's very Spark.... A helmache that won't go away... painfully strong... a sore in the Spark... that's unfulfilled. Or else one cannot get enough... hungry, drunk on love...



One caught in turmoil... Churning... yet fiercely burning... all mixed up and aflutter!


Being addicted, as if to a drug... leaving one so deeply ensnared likened as if your helm is stuck in a fog... You crave it... want it... need it... seek it out so desperately...


Pine for it when it's denied or unrequited... And even a little bit of it, at times, may never yet seem to be quite enough!
~My dearest beloved, Lord Starscream, you are my drug!~
~Sincerely, in deep love, Devision, your loyal pet.~


P.S. This is most truly how I have felt most of my life... the thought of you would bring on so much to me. Tears, of grief or joy. Depending on my mood.

Thoroughly thought-out fantasies of things I might say or do... to win you. Your love, your trust, your admiration... anything. Anything at all.


Even just your attention or your affection... would be enough to get me through yet another day. Especially after my brothers went away and did not return. That was when I really needed my fantasies of you.

The idol, the vision, the memory of you... the knowledge I had gained of what you were, WHO you were... and how you were... to those who had met you and had one kind of exchange or another with you... all added to my imaginings... for better or worse. Though I did not care. Sometimes I enjoyed the thought of being-or becoming- your equal.



Other times, I longed to be submissively used, abused, or caught in a power-struggle and thus put in my place. Bellow or beneath you... or merely just with you. Either way, it did not matter much to me how it came out to be... so long as it was.


I am so truly addicted to you. I do not know if I am sane or insane for my love of you. But if this love is insanity, then I do not wish to be sane. I would rather be blissfully insane.



Countless dreams have revolved around you or involved you, both the kind when I am resting deep in recharge, and the kind in which I do live while I am waking... the kind which others call daydreams. I am guilty of them a-plenty. But I would have it no other way, My Lord.


And I could truly go on and on forever... but perhaps not. Perhaps I should leave this for another letter, another time... But... I do so love you, Lord Starscream.
~Devoted-in-love-Devision~

(OOC: That's the note Dev left under the miniature...)

"I guess, if it had been available. But I'm just a simple drone, not really experienced in love or being romantic to someone of significance like Lord Starscream."

Meanwhile, Starscream had spotted the note under the miniture, taking it softly out from under it, giving it a quick read, which then turned into a deep, slow read. It had been written by Devision, expressing his feelings to the Lord himself. At some times, Starscream had caught himself lightly tearing of how beautiful it sounds. It was almost like he could hear Devision say this through the note. Setting down the note, Starscream blinked his tears away. "Devision, could you come here please?"

"I'll... er... be right back... Steve." Devision said softly, leaving his room, closing the door, out of habit and as an added privacy should his Master... well to keep what happened next to be between them. Not that Steve would be likely to say anything or pry... He walked casually over to his Lord. "Yes, you called, Lord Starscream?" Dev said softly, thoughtfully chewing on his lower lip.

"I read your note... that was very sweet of you."

"Well... um...thanks... I... well... had time this morning...so...um...your welcome...?" Dev blushed, looking to the floor, sheepishly shy again.